"Fuck you, Bertinelli," Nate bellowed from behind me.
"Well, you would certainly try today, old friend." Erik opened the door and motioned for me to cover up. "Everything is going to be all right, Nate. We're both here with you and we're not going anywhere."
I rolled onto the floor and reached for an extra blanket, covering myself up and standing on wobbly legs. Erik walked over and picked me up, toting me like a princess.
"Put me down."
"Hush. Let me play the good guy for just a second."
"Be careful. It's rather becoming."
"You think?" He winked and walked me to the bathroom near the guest room. "I put a t-shirt and sweats in there. Get dressed and we'll ride behind the ambulance."
"Will he remember any of this?"
"No. Not from what I know of this nasty drug." He set me down and moved back. "I'm going to help them load him up. Wait for me here."
I nodded and closed the door, waiting a second before pressing my back to the door and cupping my face in my hands. I slid to the floor as a silent scream shook me to the core of who I was.
Killing Ashley wasn't the moment that would change me forever.
Thinking she'd killed Nate was.
